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LIST OF CHARACTERS. 



LuciLE— (Za Countess,) An Adventuress. 

Salome— Her Sister. 

Anne— Maid to Lucile. 

Matilde— A Nurse. 

Dubois— Editor of La Verite 

Mii.ET — A Banlier. 

Arnaud— A Member of the Assembly. 

Deleykr iSame. 

Menard— A Phj-sician. 

Swords— An Attache of the American Ijegation. 

Paul.— Butler to Lucile. 

Capt. Lytton— Of Her Majesty's Marine. 



Acts I, II and III, transpire in the city of Paris; Act IV in the suburbs. 
Time, pre^nt. A fortnight elapses between acts I and II; a day between acts 
II and III, and eighteen months between acts III and IV. 



DIAGRAM OF STAGE CARPENTRY. 




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A. Wall Scene. G. Table, with Lamp. 

B, C an.) D. Doors. H. Round Table. 

E. Mantel and Grate. I. Position of Deleyre. 

F. Easel with Portrait. 



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A. VVall 8ce»e. 

H. Street Scene. 

(- and D. Doors. 

E Window. 

F Mantel and (Jrate. 



G. Table; position of Lueil^. 

H. Dresslrif" (,'a.se. < 

I. Cabinet. 

J. f\)uch. 



DIAGRAM OF STAGE CARPENTRY. 



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FIG. III. Act IV. 



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A. (rarclen wScene. 
Al. Village Sceue. 

B, C aud D. Doors. 

E. GIas8 Walls of Conservatory. 

Ceiling of Con.'^ervatory in panel. 



F, First position of Lucile. 

G. Second " " " 
H. Position of Salome. 



Centre door leads down to garden. 



[i^igf/if and ^e/« as used in the directions refers to right and left hand lookiuj 
toward the stage.] 



ACT l.'-Coup d'etat, 

(A stroke of policy.) 



A OT II. — Loup de pTocc, 

{ 1 ho fiiiisiiii)>i stroke. 



ACT III. — Ainse in 1<n, 

(Consider the end.) 



ACT IV. — Comme U faut, 

(As it should be. 



lA COUNTESS." 



^CT. I. 



Scene: Salon. [See diagram, Fig. 1.) 
Time; midnight. Curtain dis- 
covers Paid asleep before the grate; 
Anne reading a book. Lights 
down except lamp upon table at 
which An7ie is reading. The .street 
bell sounds. The clock strikes 
twehe. After a short pause the 
street bell sounds again. 

Anne. {Looking up.) Dear me, the 
stupid fellow is. asleep. [Calling) 
Paul, Paul, Paul. [Paul moves 
drowsily.) The bell [She resumes 
reading. Paul risea slowly, yawning, 
etc. Ihe bell sounds long and loud. 
Paul appears dazed ) 

Annr. O dear, how impafiont! 
Looking up.) Don't you hoar the 
bell, stupid? 

Paul. {Rushing off.) It was the bell 
then! I thought I was dreamiuf;. 

{Exit Centre.) 
Anne. Surely it cannot be Madem- 
oiselle. She would not return before 
two, ghe said. A stranger, i)erhaps, 
for Mademoiselle's friends know she 
attends the bal to-night. 



Del. ( Without.) The rogue has the 
audacity to say he has been asleep! 

Anne, {leaking up lamp and retreat- 
ing to door, right.) Deleyre?— That 
is odd! 

{Enter Arnaud, Milet and Deleyre, 
centre, the latter intoxicated. Exi^ 
Anne, right.) 

Del. Here, turn on the lights, you 
rogue! Do you show gentlemen into 
a dark room every day? 
( Enter Paul, centre. He proceeds to 
turn up the lights- ) 

Del. Asleep, hey? Perhaps you'd 
like me to mention the fact to Mad- 
emoiselle? Ma foil I could box your 
ears. {He Tnakes for Paul. Milet 
steps between them.) 

Mil. Come, Deleyre, you are forget- 
ting yourself. If the truth were told, 
you are the greater fool of the two. 

Akn. [Stepping 2ip to the easel.) Ah! 
here is Mademoiselle's Meissionnier 
picture. When did it come, Paul? 

Paul. To-day, Monsieur. 
{Milet and Deleyre join Arnaud. 
Deleyre first scowls at Paul.) 

Akn. Exquisite! What say you, 
Milet? 



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Mil. An admirable likeness; but 

slightly pensive, 
Del. You are both wrong. It is 

neither exquisite nor pensive. It is 

a daub. A daub, sure as I live. 8ee! 

Is that a position? {Arnaud and 

Milet laugh.) 
Mil. It is your own ill-fated noddle, 

Deleyre. 
Del. I say the head is illy poised! 
Paul {To Milet.) Mademoiselle— 
Mil. We are this moment from the 

bal. — Mademoiselle will be here in- 

an hour. {Paul bows.) Bring table ^ 

and cards, Paul. And say — a sip of 

brandy. Another for Arnaud. 
Del. And another for me, you rogue! 

Asleep, hey? 
Mil. You drink nothing, Deleyre, or 

you will miss the fun. Brandy for 

two, Paul. 

{Exit Paul, centre.) 

Del. {Calling after Paul.) Three, yon 
rogue! Milet, you speak as if I were 
drunk. Ma foil It is enough to 
anger me. If you were not my bosom 
friend, and— and my banker, I should 
tell you a plain truth: that you are 
the drunkest man in the room. {Ar- 
naud and Milet laugh.) I leave it to 
Arnaud. 

{Enter Paul, with table.) 

No, he is 
drunk too. {To Paul.) Asleep, hey? 
Do you bring brandj' for three, you 
rogue? 

{Paul appeals mutely to Milet. De- 
leyre drops into a chair and dozes. 
Milet waves his hand in assent.) 
{Exit Paul) 

Mil {To Arnaud.) He is probably 
past enjoying the fun now. [The bell 
sounds.) That cannot be Lucile? 
{Lookiug at his watch. ) 8he is not 
due; — Dor the others. (Laughing) He, 
he! I split my sides thinking of it. 

{Enter Dubois, centre.) 

Dubois! You 
are just in season; there is some sport 
in hand. 
Dub. So? (Shaking hands ) I hope 
I find you well, my dear Milet. 
(Oreeting Arnaud) Ah! Aruaud. 
Rosy as a peach! (To Milet.) This 
is shocking bad for rheumatism! 

Mil. You see I am as nimble as a boy. 
Menard is a great physician. 



Dub. ( 7o Deleyre.) Bon soir!' {All 
laugh.) {To Milet.) But this sport; 
what is it? By the way I have news, 
for you; — but after you. (Noticing the 
picture.) Ah! (Putting dm glasses.) 
rhia is the Messonnier picture! A 
gift from Larboureur, I believe? A 
munineeiit one, but the money is 
thrown away. "No fool like an old 
fool" has found vent in a thousand 
tongues; at length it is done in colors 
by Meissonnier. (Laughing.) Ihis 
old fool is bedridden. 

Akn. (To Dubois). You are something 
of an amateur, what think you of 
the picture? 

(Dubois shrugs his shoulders and 
turns away.) 

Mil. (With raillery). LaVerite will 
contain a glowing account of ii — nay? 

Dub. VVliy not? It is the fashion to 
rave at a Meis-sonnier. 

(Enter Paul with brandy.) 

Mil. (To Dubois). You shall drink to 
the liealth of Deleyre v,ith his own 
wine. He, he! The poor fellow will 
not miss his nigiitcap before morning. 
( The gentlemen each take a glass 
from the salver.) 

Dub. ('roasting Deleyre.) May your 
cares never oppre.ss you more. ( lo 
the others ) I wish you, Messieurs, 
nothing less. 

Akn. Vive la Eepublique! 

Mil. Vive La Vetite! 

( They drink.) 

Arn He shall have a whiff of an 
empty glass, at least. (Puts his glass 
under Deleyre' s nose.) 

Del. (Drowsily) Asleep, hey? You 
rogue! 

(They laugh.) 

Dub. To-morrow, he will .sioear that 
he (irai)k it. But this sport — I am in 
great liumor for sport. What is it? 
(Arnaud seats himself at the table 
and shuffles cards.) 

Arnaud you are 
an inveterate gambit r! 

Abn. Nay, I only kill time. 

Dub. You should draft a bill, my dear 
Arnaud! I fear you lack ambition. 
But it is so with our wealthy mem- 
bers. (Draws forth a diary.) La 
Verite will contain a leader on that 
theme. (Arnaud and Milet laugh.) 
Nay, I am serious for all that. Ar- 
naud, you should draft a bill. Now, 



killing time shou'c' be a capital 
offense. There is matter and an op- 
pori'wijY^.— Besides, you will have an 
advantage over our average member 
— you will know whereof you write. 
(AU laugh.) But the spoit? 

Mil. Well, there is recently come to 
Paris a young, handsome and dash- 
ing— 'I'hat is in good form, nay? 

Dub. (io on, go on. — ^As--^»>«-— »«h»W- 
Mk^ the news will be old ere it be 
toid. 

Mil. — A young-, handsome ai<l dasliing 
scion of her oiajesty'.'* navy. -I may 
as well tell you his name — a certain 
Lytton — a Captain, I believe { Arnaad 
.nods assent) — yes, a Captain Well. 
t^his young, handsome and dasliing 
sdlion of her majesty's navy, you 
must know, is a veritable beau ideal. 

J)UB. Ah! 

Mil. (Laughing) A decent fellow, 
so to speak — Swords introduces him 
— He, he! T die laughing wiien I 
think of it. Well, to make a long 
."^tory short, our beau hears of Tjucile 
and is incredulous. 

Dub. Humph! 

Mil. It appears that Lyiton is enam- 
ored of a young virgin in the prov- 
iTices; and she of him —so the story 
goes. Well. Now his demeanor 
being in the nature of a challenge. 
Lucile, something puiued, resolves 
to bring him to her feet. 

Dub. C est fait de lui. [ft is :-.lI over 
with him.] 

Arn. O that remains to be seen! He 
is a champion worthy his adversary. 

DuK. Pshaw! He is alread.y at her 
feet, if La Countess has decreed it. 
VVhat man ever escaped upon wiiom 
she j^- her wiles? [To M Jet.) Have 
they met? 

Mil. No, they meet to-night for the 
firnt time. We are to abet her if 
necessary. — At any rate wt are to 
look on and enjoy the fun. Apropos, 
it is odd, Dubois, you happen in to- 
night? 

Dub I heard Lucile would not attend 
the bal. 

Mil. She will be here presently with 
Menard. I forgot to tell you! Lucile 
and Marlain have quarreled. It is 
to that good fortune that we owe the 
enterprise in hand. You do not seem 
surprised that Lucile and Marlain 
have quarreled? 



DuB. My dear Milet, we news mong- 
ers are surprised at nothing. Well, 
do we pla>? ( 1 hey take seats by Ar- 
nr/?/d. )—Arnaud is impatient. {To 
MVet ) About thi'« Lytton.— You 
have not told me l)y what jeu de 
theatre [stage trick] he will come on? 

Mil. I WHS about to tell you.— Lueiie 
re.solved to leave the bal. Swords 
being present with Iwa protege, I sug- 
gested that our comedy be put on at 
once. Thus it is all cut and dried — 
the mouse has but to put his nose 
into the trap. 

Akn.— And be CJiught! But you have 
news for us, you say? [They begin 
to p'ay ving-tun.) 

Dub Yes. An illegitimate child of 
the late Count de Brescie has asked 
for a guardian at law, and will dis- 
pute the Will imder which Lucile 
inherits. 

Mil. ami .■\kn. Ah! 

Dub. A despicable scheme of black- 
mail, 1 tfiink. (Ihe bell sounds.) 

Akn. V'.lial odds I cannot name who 
comes? 

Mil. Pay attention to (lie game. Give 
me a card. Another. I am content. 

Dub. 1 am content. 

Akn. {Turning his cards.) I pay 
twenty. ( Miiet and Dubois pass over 
their money.) 

Dub. You are a lucky dog! I had 

{Enter Swords and Lytton.) 

Mil. {In an undertone to Dubois and 
Arnaud.) Act I. Seeue 1. A trap. 
Enter a mouse. 

Dub. {Same as above) Hercules, 
Apollo and Mars at once! but I in- 
sist; Cest fait de lui. [It is all over 
v.'ith hiin.] 

Swo. {Coming farward.) Messieurs, I 
give you good morning. {Dubois, 
'AHlet and Arnaud rise.) Monsieur 
Dubois! {Shaking hands ) We do 
not meet in months. 

Dub It is your fault, my dear 
Swords.— We are in our sanctum 
early and late, and never too busy to 
grtet a friend. 

Swo Thanks, I shall make amends. 
My dear Milet. {Greeting each.) Ah! 
Arnaud, 1 sa > you at the bal, but 
you were too much engrossed with 
the little dark-eyed beauty. Who 
was she, pray? Oh! never mind, 
since you blush. Messieurs, allow me 



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to present a friend. Captain Lj'tton, 
of her Majesty's navy, Messieurs. 
Captain Lytton, Monsieur Dubois, 
the affable aud noted editor of La 
Verite. 

Dub. {Taking Lytton^ s hand.) I thank 
Monsieur Swords for his lavish com- 
pliment; but more for the pleasure 
he affords me in meeting his friend, 
Monsieur— Captain Lj'tton. 

Lyt. You are kind, sir. 

Swo. Monsieur Arnaud you will find 
any day at — (insert the place of 
assembly of the French legislature) — 
where he serves his country with 
dignity and credit. 

Arn. [Taking Lyttoh's hand.) If 
Monsieur Swords did not mean well, 
I should have cause to feel hurt at 
his compliment. Should Captain 
Lytton do me the honor to present 
his card at the — (same as above) I 
will be happy to accord him every 
courtesy. 

Lyt. I thank you heartily. 

Hwo. And should you at any time 
need the services of a broker, I am 
happy to recommend my friend .Miler 
— Monsieur Milet. 

Mil. {Taking Lytton^s Aand.) — (in- 
sert a street and number,) Mon.^ieur 
Lytton. [Ijytton bows to him ) 

Swo. {Placing his hand upon Ar- 
naud' s shoulders.) What a pity my 
friend Arnaud, here, is not an Amer- 
ican! His tout ensemble — no reproach 
to my friends Messieurs Milet and 
Dubois! — and, moreover, his extreme 
passion for cards, fit him for our 
highest diplomatic service. 
{AIL laugh.) 

Dub. M3' dear Swords, I protest 
against seducing any Frenchman 
with these prismatic reflections upon 
your Eldorado — much less my fnend 
Arnaud, who, unfortunately, is so 
susceptible. 

{All laugh.) 
{To Swords and Lytton) Will you 
join us? 

Swo. My friend does not play. But 
pray goon with your game, Messieurs. 

Dub. You will excuse us? {Lytton 
bows. Dubois, Milet and Arnaud 
resume play.) 

Swo. {To Lytton.) Come, I will show 
you some rare antiques {Noting 
the portrait ) Ah! this is the much 
talked of portrait. Here is a likeness 
of La Countess, Lyiton. And an ex- 
cellent one it is! {Lytton starts.) 



Dub. {In an undertone.) A good be- 
ginning! He is smitten with the 
face. 

Arn. {Same.) "A good beginning 
makes a poor ending," you know. 

Dub. {Same.) A poor ending for him, 
yes. 

Lyt. {Aside.) An absurd fancy! Yet 
it resembles Salome. 

Swo. ( Who has been examining the 
picture closely) Well, Lytton..__ 

Lyt. Do you know if Mademoiselle 
has relative-s? — I fancy somewhere to 
have met a resemblance. 

Swo. I never heard that she had. Per- 
haps Dubois will know. 

Lyt. No no, do not disturb him. It is 
a mere fancy; now that I look again 
it is dispelled 

[Enter Lucile, followed by Menard. 
Lytton is presented to Menard. 
Swords, Menard and Lytton remain 
in a group.) 

Luc. {Coming forward.) Me.ssiturs, 
you are comfortable? {They rise.) No 
no. Oh, Dubois? {Oiving her hand.) 
To wh t do I owe such an unexpected 
pleasure? 

Dub. You chide me? 

Luc. No, you come often enough. 
{Arnaud and Milet laugh.) Good 
friends, wait.— You come oftener than 
I deserve. Arnaud, (with a sigh of 
ennui,) you come often enough. (Du- 
bois and Milet laugh.) 

Mil. Well, fair executioner, my head 
is upon the block. Let the ax fall— I 
suffer from suspense. 

Luc Then 1 shall be haunted with 
your spirit! No, (resignedly,) I pre- 
fer ?/om, Milet. (They laugh.) Pray, 
Messieurs, do not be disturbed! (She 
crosses to the mante' and touches the 
bell. D., A. and M. resume play.) 
(Calling.) Menard. 
( Menard bows to Swords and Lytton 
and goes over to Lucile.) 

Mkn. Command me, Mademoisselle. 

Luc. (In an undertone to Menard, 
whom she engages in some service.) 
At a convenient opportunity take 
Monsieur Lytton into the adjoining 
room. The illumination — you under- 
stand! 

(Enter Anne.) 
(To Menard.) Voila tout. 
(Menard joins Swords and Lytton.) 
{ To Anne, handing her mantle, hood, 
&c.) You are sleepy, poor girl— go 
to bed. 



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Anne. I have a good book, Madein- 
oiseelle. 

Luc. WeJl, then, wait up for me. I 
am tired {flinging herself into a chair) 
— and unhappy. [Rising) I am a 
baby! {She takes up a cabinet photo 
from table and tears it in temper, 
throwing fragments on floor. ) { Swords 
comes forward.) How good of you, 
Monsieur Swords, not to speak to me 
at the bal. 

Swo. Pardon me, Mademois"elle, I 
sought your eye a dozen times with- 
out avail. 

Luc. Oh! that was unfortunate. 
iSwo. We were spectators only. 

Luc. I know, I know.— It has been 
forgotten, Monsiem'. {In an eager 
tone ) Your friend is handsome. 

Swo. May I introduce him? 

Luc. {Affectedly.) Certainly. 

{Swords brings Lytton forward.) 

Swo. Mademoisselle, I have the honor 
to present a friend. Captain Lytton. 
(LucUe and Lytton courtesy. She 
takes Swords^ arm aud leading him 
away to the portrait, appears to whis- 
per something amusing Lytton is at 
first abashed; then aflame with anger.) 

Men. {Coming up and putiing his 
arm through that of J yilon, ivho 
suffers himself to be led off.) I iiave 
a rare sight to show you, Monsieur. 
The illumination — ("complete this 
speech appropriately; or insert an- 
other, and make Lucile's speech 
above, conform.) It may be seen to 
excellent advantage from yonder win- 
dow. 

{Exeunt Lytton and Menard left.) 
{The instant they disappear Lucile 
rapidly approaches the tab'e where 
Lnbois, Milet and Arnaud are at 
play. During the introduction they 
had been covertly watching, Dubois 
now and then touching the hand of 
Arnaud.) 

Luc. {In an undertone to Milet, indi- 
cating t?ie ex J of Lytton and Menard.) 
Does Dubois know? [Milet nods as- 
sent.) Good. {Speaking rapidly and 
in an und'irtone.) {Swords joins the 
group.) Here is the plan: An af- 
front to fire him with indignfition; an 
opportunity to resent it he cannot 
forego; I am incensed; but disclaim- 
ing, he must apologize. Thus the 
first act. (7b Swords.) Go, now, 



quickly, and relieve Menard. What- 
ever happens, appear his friend. Go. 

{Swords bows and exit.) 

I miss one. Where 
is Del eyre? {Noting him, Lucile 
raises her hands.) That is too bad. 
He is hot-headed and might be useful. 

Dub. I compliment you, Mademois- 
eelle, upon your coup d^etat. 

Luc. {Moving away.) Oh, save your 
compliments, save your compliments. 
Monsieur. — I may fail. 

Arn. ( This, and two following speeches 
in undertone.) I wager a thousand 
francs she does. 

DuB. Are you a friend? 

{Arnaud p'aces his hand upon his 

breast.) 

DuB. Milet, it is a wager. 

{Enter Menard, holding his sides 
with suppressed laughter. All gather 
about him.) 

Men. I never saw a man so incensed 
in all my life. He threatens to leave 
the house at once. 

Luc. To your places. Messieurs. Come, 
Menard. {Dub., Mil. and Arn. resume 
ploy. Lucile takes Menard's arm 
and saunters off right as Lytton and 
Swords enter left ) 

Swo. ( Coming up to the table.) A par- 
don for interrupting you. Messieurs 
— we are about to leave. 

Dub. {Rising.) You are not serious? 
{Lytton bows assent.) {Am. and Alii, 
rise. ) 

Dub. {To Lytton, giving his hand.) 
\V|;ll, bonsoir. We shall meet again? 

Lyt. I hope so. 

Dub. By all means. 

{A chorus of sahiations between Dub., 
Mil and Arn.; and Swo. and Lyt.) 

{Lucile and Menard are stationed at 
th door, a. Lytton ad Swords re- 
treat. ) 

Swo, ( To Lucile ) Bon soir, Madem- 
oisselle. (7b Mtn -rd.) Bon soir, 
Monsieur. 

Luc. ]So, you are not going? {Swords 
boios.) Well— if you must. Come 
again. Bon soir. 

Lyt. {To Menard.) Good night, Mon- 



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sieur. {Menard bows, and Lytton, 
taking Sword's arm, turns away. 
Lucile starts, then comet rapidly to 
the front.) 

Luc. &erait-il possible^ [Is it possible?] 
{Dub., Am. and Mil. rise i,i conster- 
nation. Deleyre Awakens. Swords 
and Lytton turn.) 

Mil. ( 7o Deleyre in an undertone.) 
The fun is ou; be di.ncreet. 

Luc. {Agitated) Messieurs, I have been 
grossly insulted in my own house. 

Swo. {Coming forward.) Pardon me, 
Madenaoisseile, nay friend only re 
sents a graver offense! It is more to 
be offended in one's own house. 

Luc. ( With surprise:. ) Offended in 
one's own house'? { With naivete. ) 
Have I offended any one? 

Swo. Will you permit me to remind 
you, Mademoieselle, that j'ou took 
my arm — on presenting my friend. 



Luc. {Incredulously.) Oh, if I did so 
I meant no offense. {Distractedly.) 
I am not myself to-night.) 
{Lyt. starts, and comes forward.) 

Del. ( Wildly.) Let me at the puppy! 
Does tie think because he sails a raft 
under the dirty Engli.sh flag — 
[MU. jDuts his hand over Del 's mouth 
and draws him. away. Lytton fooks 
at him defiantly a moment then, turns 
to Lucile.) 

Lyt. {With condescension.) I entreat 
your pardon, Mademoisselle. 

Luc. With all my heart, Monsieur. 
We are the best of friends. 
{Lytton bows.) 

Lyt. {To Deleyre.) Monsieur, I have 
not the honor to know you? 

Mil. Monsieur Deleyre — 

Ly'T. {With mock civility.) Monsieuj 
Deleyre. 

{Tableau.) 
{ Curtain. ) 



^CT II. 



{/Scene: Boudoir. See Diagram, Hg. 
II. Time, evening. 

{Enter Del eyre, centre.) 

Del.. Milet, Milet ! Are tliere traps 
in this house that one can vanish so? 
He is not here. f~tflTJt4-4fw4*«*ai«tl*ef. 

{Exit centre.) 

{After a brief pause, enter through 
door, left, Mdet, followed by Dubois, 
the former convulsed with laughter.) 

Milet, He, he! Yes. Htf-^iei— 4 
Bt»^te H-y<» M Well. Lytton of course 
picks upon Swords for his second, 
and I being second to Deleyre-*ii>«, 
kei^i— I- beift^ see*»ad to DeJeyreT^ it is 
easily arranged that the pistols be 
charged with blanks. H^~b^h''''W^iih 
You should have seen Deleyre as we 
approached the field. He, he! I 
think the poor follow contemplated 
jumping from the carriage, and mak- 
ing for the wood-. -8TT&h-^ti>-w©e 
begoftt^€OiHrteuai3ee! -Tfe«*. He, he! 
"Is there no way of abridging this 
matter?" he says. "None," said T, 
"none in the world that is honor- 



able " 'Will I," said he, "for the 
sake of honor — a mere bauble — con- 
sent to be shot down like a dog?" 
•StrphtH" "Deleyre," said I, "honor 
is no mere bauble; it is dearer than 
life" He, he! "Besides," said I, 
"you had the choice of weapons." 
"Would I choose harpoons?" says he. 

Dub. Ha, iia! 

Mil. He, he! " Would I choose har- 
poons?" — saj's he — "I chost pistols be- 
cause theie is some chance he will 
miss me. i^-ire— w^-e— fts—fetg^-ttS'^a 
'w43«te7'^-*aysHhe,- "■! should never hit- 
hini." He, he! Well. We are finally 
on the grounds, and all is in readi- 
ne.ss. Lucile is there, admirablj' dis- 
guised as H surgeon. At the word, 
botli pistols are discharged. Well, 
what happens? Deleyre, with an un- 
earthly yell, falls to the ground. 

Dub. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho! 

Mil. He, he, l>6r-=fee! "Where are 
you hit, Monsieur?" says Lucile. 
' 'Herev herf^iiere, ' ' ( torching differe.'i^ 
portions of his person ) "No? Where 
am r hurt, good surgeon?" says he. 
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'«^fieh'T>ih«^ and fall exhausted into 
te^tmmiS' chairs.) "Where am I 
hurt, {?ood surgeon?" {Both laugh 
some thing as before.) vv'el!. De- 
leyre declines to stand again, a,nd>rf 
e*M*r»»' the matter ends. "OAA+reii^Mte* 

Dub. H-ttT-b*** "Where am I hurt, 
good surgeonV" /\ 

Mil. But mark! the time has not 
come to open upon Deleyre. First 
the coup de grace. [Ttre^- i&+H*b+n«r 
stroke.]- Luciie has promised that 
to-night she will bring LyttoM to her 
feel; and we will f)bserve the s})on 
from yonder room (pointing to door 
left.) LyttoM, you know, has been 
calling ottener than becomes so decent 
a fellow. 

Dub. Arnaud says she is smitten with 
him. 

Mil. Pshaw! do not believe Arnaud. 
HeH*arv4M*->mwM(>r — tiefmi€*r74«? has a 
thousand trancs up with you, which 
he is sure to lose, and he is but repair- 
hig his had judgment. No, 'lo; tiust 
me, Luciie knows better than to 
make a butt of herself. Here is the 
plan: Lytton calls to night as usual; 
Luciie is indis^ osed; tin M 4 Lt*i l t ttfetu»m»- 
5y:tvth4kt he is to be shown up at once. 
iShe has never received him in her 
boudoir. See?/yLot us join Arnaud 
and Deleyre— the mouse will soon 
appear. He, he! 1 dare say he will 
receive a rare and profitable lesson. 

Dub. For which he will not thank 
us, however. 

Mil He, he! I must tell you! Swords 
swears he v%ill have no further hand in 
the affair. It was only by dint of fre©- 
tt4«TO*it- persuasion that he was pre- 
vented from exposing the trick. 
Dub. The Americans are too conscien- 
tious! 
Mil. He, he! I wonder what has be- 
come of his fair inamorata — the vir- 
gin — she of the provinces? 
(Exeunt, centre, arm in arm, laugh- 
ing.) 

{As they go out, Luciie, attired in a 
neglige, puts aside the curtains of door 
left, and enters wearily. She sighs, ayid 
going to the dressing case, contemp'ates 
herself for a moment in the mirror.) 
Luc. (Touching bell.) So, Arnaud 
thinks I love hJm. {She laughs in- 
credulously, but checks herself sud- 
denly. ) 

{Enter Anne, center.) 



Luc (Seating herself) Take down 
my hair, Anne. Wait; give me 
tiiat book. (Anne hands her a 
a. book, then 2^''0ceeds to take down 
her hair. Luciie opens book, looks at 
it a moment, then lowers it to her 
lap.). You have read this, Anne? 

Anne. Yes, Mademoiselle. 

Luc. Is it good? 

Anne. S>W— eA«rm*»«g», Mademoiselle. 

Luc. There are lovers in it! 

ANNE. And '♦^W' such lovers. Made- 
moiselle. Jannet — 

Luc. Do not lell mo the story — I will 
have no desire to read it. , Did you 
ever love, Anne? 

Anne. (Blushing.) I — I don't know, 
Mademoiselle 

l.UC. Tell me all about it. 

Anne. You will not be angry, Made- 
moiselle? 

Luc Not if you are happj', cijild. 

Anne. Oh, 1 am so happy. Made- 
moiselle. 

Luc What is it like? 

idi^: — St4t>^ b »p pjr 
Annk. Oh, Mpdemoiselle, were you 
never happj-? 

Luc. 01'T7-T«{i,._a-*«3;i»j;>^4-Jiti*eH* I ask 
to confirm my own feelings. 

Anne. Well, Mademoiselle, (blushing,) 
I cannot tell exactly, bui there is 
such a strange feeling here, {touching 
her heart. ) 

v.*u»«Ts*U*^ (Luciie sighs ) 
Lkc. Who is he? 
Anne. P?wt-TMulJr'-M*d©«Te>ie©H»s 
Luc. Paul and you? 
Anne. Oh, Mademoiselle, do not be 

angry. 
Luc. I am not angrj'. Paul is a good 

fellow, but he has nothing. 
Anne. Oh, Mademoiselle, you do not 

know. Paul is very (*fti'eful, and 

has already two thousand francs in 

bank. / 

' «. 

*fc«c. - Iud©e4i— 

An«^ ATKi-Xiiave-»4i(ile-«f-Hfty-^WT>5- 
■- M«d» «Qi &el4fr^°~-alimH: — a - — t h e wafttrd- 

iiUC. Yttu have <i«o,'-A-nTre> 

Anne. Indeed not, Madefiaoieelie^ 

Luc. ^ Who is your banker? 
A 



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Annk. Paul, Maderaoisfelle. He keeps 
it with his own. 

Luc. Come here. Do you trust inm? 

Anne. Oh. Mademoiselle, I would 
trust him to the end of the world. 

t/lTCT'^o.— -fe-'-tHePe not a -puTHe-^m 

yonder, drawer? Bring it to me. 
{Anne hands her a purse). That is 

yours. {As- -.^wugh saying if is not 

mine.) ^^\^ 

Anne. Indeed notVT^tadejiioii'elle. Bee, 

tills has a diamond. 
Luc. Still it is yours— I have given it 

to you. 
Anne. Oh, Mademoiselle, thairi^g, 

'co^'^ Luc. 7 You may go now. (Colling her j 

back.) Anne. j 

Anne. Yes, Mademoiselle. j 

Luc (Dratuing Anne doivn by her \ 

side.) You are truly happy? ! 

Anne. Very h-appy, Mademoiselle. j 

Luc Will you kiss my lips? {Anne | 

does so, passionately.) God bless \ 

you. } 

Anne Oh, Mademoiselle, that is my ! 

])rayer every niglU — Hod hless my i 

dear good Madenif.iselle. I 

Luc. ( Waving her off, and with sup- j 
pressed emotion) Leave me. {As 
^nne go"^ out she shakes Iter Jiead 
ruefully. ) j 

{Exit Anne) \ 

/f^ {Luetic rises and paces the floor in 

'I mental anguish. A 

Enter Lytton. 

Whom she encounters abruptly.) 

Luc. Oh! Monsieur Lytton. 

Lyt. I was told 3'ou wished to see me 
here — that you were ill? 

Luc. You were good io come. I am 
not ill, — not abed you see— more 
ennui, perhaps, than indisposition. 
[She seats herse[f.) 

Lyt. T hope your Indi.^iposititvr rsrb«4- 
»14gl»t; yeir^nui, I fear, is worse — it 
saps the heart. 

Luc. Do you think .so? There should 
be none left of mine the?i. 

Lyt. Perhaps you have the happy fac- 
ulty of smiling at srieP? 

Luc. Yet you would not say I emu- 
late Patience? 

Lyt. You might, HrnJesd;' Mademois- 
elle. 



Luc. /tOh Monsieur!— Let us change the 
subject. Did you enjoy the Matinee? 
Has not— [insert a noted tenor] a won- 
derful voice? 

Lyt. I fancied — [insert a noted sopra- 
no] more. 

Luc. ■Arbj'Kfhe is a woman 

Lyt. And— [insert tenor a^ beft)re ] 

Luc. /(We will not quarrel. Since our 
first meeting I fear to quar.»el with 
you. You have such a temper, Mon- 
sieiu'. - Did you ever kill any one? 

Lyt. Hundreds, Mademoiselle. {She 
affects to start ) Not in passion, in 
tlie service of my country, Mademois- 
elle 

Luc. Oh! You are so good to frighieu 
one! 

Lyt. {rising and going over to the 
grate.) Do I, then, look We«ti«4hiTsty? 

Luc. {testi'y.) You will not indulge 
me at all! yiReally, I had hoped we 
should be good friends, — the best ot 
friends. 

Lyt. {coming forward.) Do you mean 
it Liicile? 

Luc There you are incredulous again! 
{Lytton sighs, turns, and sits down 
near the grate, moodily. ) 

I ,v.('. (Aside) He wants a little more 
coaxing. They {indicating ivith her 
head the adjoining room) wonder if I 
will succeed. (A'/ie takes up the book 
and opening it appears to read. 
After a moment he rises and 
comes over to her, standing behind 
her chair. 

Lyt. Lucile, you would have me be- 
live you think well of me? I am go- 
ing away — how long will you re- 
member me? 

Luc. Not forever, but while I live. 

Lyt. Lucile! 

LuC; But you are not going? That 
grieves me. 

Lyt. Then — then you love me? 

Luc. That is quite another thmg Mon- 
sieur. 

Lyt. Lucile, 1 love you! 

Luc. Ha, ha! 

Lyt Lucile, love is a sacred thing. 

Luc. And you make a jest of it. 

Lyt. (Kneeling) Nay, I swear I love 
you. {A chorus of derisive laughter 
in adjoining room.) 



16 






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/ 



Lyt. {rismg quickly and flushing.) 
Lueile, what does this mean? >iArt4- 
sw«*~iaa«-./ ( With anger. ) ^A«*ater-*»# 
•t,»eUe> You knew; you contrived 
this humiliation? ^Oh lam rightfciiN. 
ly served. ( Twi lung at th^ door.) I 
do not complain. (He boivs with 
mock civility. 

-^ (Exit.) 

( Dubois, Arnaud, Milet and Deleyre 
enter through door left, all laughing. 
Milet and Deleyre fall into chairs.) 

Dub. I coneraiulate you, Mademois- 
elle. It was well done; upon my soul, 
admirably done. H'ittc^te— Aaw— ^>«e#* 
•■p&.ciHff'4h».fioor-m-uffitQ,tio n. f- 

Luc. ( With anger, to Dubois ] O, Bo- 
rer la pilule! Dorer lOnpihtlrflG'iXd the 



pill! j|U<H4»<r^ i n i] --It is 1 that have 
to take it. (To all) Ye rob me of my 
joy, then nioek me? (lo Deleyre and 
Milet.) Hold your tongues! (All are 
hushed and contemplate each other 
in consternation Arnaud touches 
Dubois on the shoulder.) O, leave 
me! I»«»ve— «a£T.-^vsaj^«i Ye have 
abetted me to my own destruction — I 
love him; now he is gone from me 
forever! Leave me! Leave me! 
( She sinks into a chair and covers her 
fare with her hands. ) 

( Curtain. ) 
(On the curtain rising Lueile is dis- 
covered alone. She lies upon the 
floor, her head resting upon the couch, 
her hands clasped above her head.) 

( Curtain. ) 



A.CT III 



Scene: — Same as Act II. Time; after- 
noon. 

{Curtain discovers Anne arranging 
the dresser.) 

Anne. Well I never saw the like: 
such a change as has come over Mad- 
emoiaelle! 8he always '^f^s sood, 
bless her soul! O, I'll bet that Toi^nt 
turns over in his grave lots of times. 
What it he did give he'- this hour^e 
and lots of money? Money don't 
make peojile happy when they are 
wrong here and here, {touching her 
heart and head.) 

{Enter Menard, centre.) 

Men. Well Aune, how is Mudemf>is- 

elle by this time? 
Annk. a great deal better, Monsieur 

Doctor. 
Men. Good, good. 
Anne. She wouldn't lie abed though, 

and an hour ago I had to dress her. 

Men. {In consternation.) What! Up 
and dressed? Cela est impossible'^ [It 
is impossible] 

Anne. Indeed, Monsieur Doctor. 



Men. Cela est inoui. J' en suis de' so- 
le. [It is unheard of. I am quite 
vexed about it. 

Anne. I couldn't help it— she would 
get up. 

{Enter Lucile in a Tnorning dress, 
door left. ) 

Men. {going forward to her.) iMad- 
emoiaelle, really I am vexed^.,:sB*t-h-; 
you. {leads her to a choir.) 

Luc. My dear Menard, I took your 
awful physic without a grimace; ()ut 
I could not lie abed 'onger. 
{Exit Anne.) 

Men. You do not wish lo get well. 

Luc. {Sighing) Perhaps that is to. 

Men- You talk like a child, Lucile. 

Luc. Yes? WJia*- reaso«->4^ave~».Glji+- 

Men. Bah! this is folly. 

Luc. Well, life is all a tolly is it not? 

Men. Lucile, I am not a moralist, but 
as a friend and physician I say aban- 
don this house^abamion-this life^' 

Luc. {motioning him to silence.) You 
mean well, Menard. — You mean 
well, but don't talk so to me. 



18 



Men. Then as your physician I com- 
mand it. You will not live six 
months; — n&y not three "HKyau*-©m>- 

Luc. Menard, you tell me good 
news. /| Only three months! {Men- 
ard is writing a i^rescription at some 
distance, and pays no attention to 
Lucile's last ivords. After a brief 
pause. ) 

Luc. [Calling.) Menard. 

Men. Yes Mademoiselle, [continues 
writing.) 

Luc. You pa-ss my attorney'.s, do 
you not? 

Men. [impatiently.) What on earth 
are you f2;oing to do now? I reli you 
Mademoiselle, you must not transact 
business. 

Luc. My dear ^[enard, you are culti- 
vating such a temper. Do be pa- 
tient. Sit here; I will veil you. / 
ivant to tell you [IJe sits near her.) 
You know I received from Count de 
Brescie .something? like eight hun- 
dred thousand francs, [a pause.) 
He always told me he had no worthy 
relation, [a pause.) It transpires 
there is an illegitimate child. 

Men Mj' dear Lucile, I know all a- 
bout the case. — Its my opinion the 
child is an imposter. 

Luc. Well, what I was about to say 
I want the matter investigated, and 
if it should prove true— 

Men. My dear Lucile, even In that 
event you will not have to suirender 
a sou. 

Luc. If the claim should prove true, 
Menanl, I will surrender every ^ou. 

Men. [Astonished.) Lucile, are you 
losing your mind? 

Luc. No, I am just coming h> 
senses. 

Men. [rising.) Well. 

Luc. Will you call, Menard? 

Men. Certainly, if you reqiist it. 
that event, what amount will 
retain? 

Luc. Oh there«will be enough for me. 
[With bonhomie.) And you too, 
Menard. 

Men. [taking rip his hat.) You are 
incorrigible — You will put your 
fi lends to the sword when you die 

Luc. Oh Menard! Am I so deprav- 
ed? Nay, believe me, I will forgive 
them, i will even forgive ^?/om, Men- 
ard, your bad temper and your aw- 
ful physic. 



my 



In 

you 



Men. [boiving himsetf out.) Adieu, 

Mademoiselle. 
Luc. Adieu, Menard. 

[Exit Menard.) 

[Lucile laughs slightly; then sighs. - 
She goes over to the window and looks 
down upon the street. Turning away 
and going to the mantel, she picks up 
the prescription; looks at it;, sighs 
and rings belt.) 

[Enter Anne.) 
Luc. [giving her the prescription.) 

Take this to the apothecary, Anne. 
Anne. Yes, Mademoiselle. 
Luc. Anne, [as she is going out.) 
Anne Yes, Mademoiselle. 
Luc. Tell him if it ia nasty, I will 

not take it. 
Anne. Yes, Ma<lemoiselle. 
Luc. [as above.)— Ami Anne. 
Anne. Yes, .Mademoiselle. ^^ 

Luc. 4 When do you and Paul talk of 'V^ 

getting married? '^^ 

Anne. Oh dear .Mademoiselle! we are 

to speak to you about that. 
Luc. Choose your own time, dear 

child. 
Annk. [embarassed.) Well, Madem- 
oiselle, we thought about Christmas 

time, if you — 
Luc. Cliri.simas time, — It is .settled. 

You shall have a nice wedding, 

Anne. 
Anne. Oh Mademoiselle, (bursting 

into tears.) you are so good — so 

kind. I do not deserve this. 
Luc. There, there, do not cry. '¥tH* 
^4e«ei:v«— HfWTFer ( Turning away, and 

10 ith emotion ) You must let me do 

these things, Anne for my bean's 

sake. Oh! it is such a heavy heart. 

Anne [imploringly.) Oh good Mad- 
emoiselle, do not — do not aay that. 

Luc. [taking Anne in her arms ) Do 
you feel for me?— Do j'ou pity me, 
Anne? [Putting her away.) No, no, 
do not pity me— that I cannot bear. 
Go Anne to the apothecary. 

Anne. Yes, Mademoiselle. 

Luc. Stay — there is no hurry for the 
mediciue— I may need you. [Pacing 
the floor, thoughtfully, then sloping 
before the grate and 2>en8ively.) Did 
I ever tell you, Anne, that I have a 
sister? 

Anne. No, Mademoiselle. 

Luc. yi Nor a mother? 



l;t 



Annk. No, Mademoiselle. 
Luc Iri the under cabiuet there 
you will find an ebony ease 

— bring it to me. {Anne does so ) 
(Licci/e takes it, contemplates it a 
momeut, is about to unclasp it, then 
hands it to Anne with a sigh.) Look 
at it, Anne. 

Anne. It is very much faded, iMad- 
emoiselle. 

Luc. {Pressing her heart.) Faded! 
( Grasping tt and yoing to the win- 
dow ) 0\\\ {Tottering to a chair, 
she sinks into it.) Anne, that is an 
omen. 

Annk. No Mademoiselle— I cannot 
think it. The type is old, and you 
know they fade. {Lucile raises the 
jncture to her lips; then presses it to 
her heart.) 

Luc. Then you do not think it an 
omen, Anne? 

Anne. Indeed not, Mademoiselle. 

Luc. {Rising and going to the win- 
dow ) Whicli is myself, AnneV 

ANNE. {Taking the picture and look- 
ing at it closely for a moment.) Oh 
this is you, Mademoiselle, — I would 
know you if I saw this in Siberia. 

Luc. ( Gleefully) Yes, yes. ( Glancing 
out of the window; then clutching 
the curtains.) Put it away, Anne! 

— Leave me! {Anne returns the 
case 10 the cabinet and exit left ) 
{Lucie remains at the window, hold- 
ing on to the curtains, her back to- 
luard the room. After a brief pause 
Lytton appears at tlie door. He 
stands there motionless for a few mo- 
ments; then Luciie turns and comes 
forward. The appropriate 2)'^nto- 
mine of these few moments will be 
suggested to the actors by what lias 
preceeded and what folloivs.) 

Lyt. {Taking a step forward) Mad- 
emoiselle, y(>u know why I am here. 
— In answer to your entreaty. You 
wished to see me — to explain. 

Luc. ^Vill you be seated? 

Lyt. No — Mademoiselle. 
{Lucile waves her hand resignedly.) 

Luc. It was considerate of you. Mon- 
sieur, t«> com* . 

Lyt. It was more than courtesy that 
brought me. \rirUcUe^'''nyittief*es — t^ 

Luc. I am sorry, Monsieur, for what 
has happened. {He sneers.) — Believe 
me, I am. 



LvT. {Stepping up to her.) Will that 
repair the humiliation? 

Lyt. Then your regrets, if sincere, 
avail nothing. 

Luc. I know, I know Monsieur. {Ini- 
p'oringly ) But you will forgive 
me? (iShe holds out her arms.) 

Ly'T. ( Turning away, and jeeringly. ) 
Oh Mademoiselle — your artifice is 
well understood now. Perhaps there 
was not sport enough last night! 
Peihups even now yonr accomplices 
are yonder, {Pointing to door left) 
prepared to witness a repetition of 
that scene. 

Luc. Oh Monsieur! — see for yourself. 

Lyt. No, no. — Wbat transpires to- 
day they may witness That is 
all .fftli ■huvo-tn.jiifty, Mademoiselle? 
{She looks at him imploringly; then 
casts down her eyes.) 

Luc. Yes. 

Ly't. Then, Mademoiselle, ^if — btty - e 

Mu l y to ti<>y, i au - f ^ evair: " 
Luc. '^I^ JSaH i uff^ } -' Monsieur Lytton. 

{A pause. He waits attentively, yet 

hauyhtUy.) 
Luc. Monsieur, you said last night — 
Lyt. Forbear to speak of that. 
Luc. I must— 1 must— Oh let me 

speak. You said— you said you 

loved me. 
Lyt. "W-tnrt-trf-^^&«tr?v-That was last 

night. 
Luc. Ami now you bate me? Oh no, 

no, no — do not hate me, Monsieur — 

tio'm>t 4tate me* 
Lyt. {^neeringly.) Are you done? 

Luc {lalling upon her knees.) Mou- 
'^ieur, I implore — do not hate me — 
Hove you. 

Lyt. {lurning away.) Ha, ha, ha! 
Oh you are a clever actress! Ha, ha, 
ha! 

LucUe throws herself ripon the floor 
with a moan; after a moment, dur- 
ing which he cuntemp'ates her first 
with deri.iion, then impassively, next 
tviih concern, he approaches her.) 

Lyt. Lucile! {she moans.) Lucile! 
{Raising her, and after a moment 
folding her to his breast.) Is it true, 
Lucile, that you love me so'i {They 
look info each others eyes.) My darl- 
ing! {Kisses her.) 

Luc. ( Writhing) Oh! 



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20 



Lyt. Forgive me— I did not dream 
it was so. You love me?— Tell me 
that again. 

Luc. As I never loved in all my life 
{Caressing his J ace.) Js it pos- 
sible that you are mine? Is this 
real? {He kisses her) Oh 1 am so 
happy— so happy! What bliss has 
Heaven re.served for me! We will 
go to the country, nay my darling? 
— Far, far away from Paris. I hate 
Paris now! 

Lyt. Luciie, I am glad to hear you 
say you hate Paris; for it is my wish 
of wislies to take you far away from 
its sins and crimes. 

Luc. Yes, yes my darling- we will 
g<j — we will go at once. We will go 
to some quiet, sleepy place. Oh, 
that is what I long for so much! 
I SStrt— 4 ftr l i n s . I must tell yc^u— {a 
pause ) — We will not be so very rich. 

Lyt. Give every sou away, i*mi-+rt 
vt^H?-^iJmv+t^e-4M^•-y«*^*^ Lucil'e./\I shall 
ask, and receive, T know, a two years 
furlough. 

TiUC. {Embracing him more cfosehj ] 
Oh, what happiness! And alter that 
'(Jene? 

aheatl — we rreed ivat worry 

Luc. Oh I am sure I will never let 

you quit my side! — I shall be jealous. 

{He smiles.) And you will love me, 

ever? 
Lyt. Ever. In my love, Jjucile, vou 

will never know a pang. We are a 

world to ourselves.^;pVm<M4*Wi*y-mi- 



Luc. {Drawing away.) You— you do 
not mean to marry me? 

LvT. T have tliouirlit of nothing else, 
Lucilf. 

Luc. Oh! { Firt<f enraptured, she 
c'ingH to him panfionaiehj; next she. 
contempaU'S him for some moments 
with anxious concern; then she draws 
mvay and shakes her head ruefuVy.) 

Lyt. {Approifcfiing her.) Luciie, you 
wiH\ marry me? {She continues to 
shake her head ruejutly.) {Half re- 
proachfully.) And you love me? 



{Luciie with a cry of despair sinks in- 
to a chair.) Oh Luciie! you break 
my heart. 

Luc. {Rising, and with forced calm- 
■neas ) No Monsieur, do not tell me 
that It must not be. Do you know 
what you would do? — 1 am— Oh 
God! ( Turning away in anguish.) 

Lyt. You are a woman of noblest 
heart — that is character; you love 
me ardently. That is euougii! 

Luc. No Monsieur, that is not 
enougt>. ^r trt Hk t " 

Lyt. Luciie, I care not what the 
world say.N- 

Luc. {Interrupting) There is a mor- 
al in what the woild says, that we 
must heed ( The interpretation of 
this speech is that of the calm and 
sublime. The incentive of enobling 
duty 6 u t«^' «< i ofifkie is greater than the 
emotion due to self abnegation .) 
But 'tis not what the world will say 
of us — it is what oar hearts will say 
unto ourselves. /\ •>t«-'^* — - woKh ^-i^ — 4«*- 
HWU:iBH^/H^ei?si6/eHiia»-wfi4w>fy^ There 
is a fatality in deeds — My past has 
its i.nsup)erable barriers'. {Moving a 
step away, then turning, and ardent- 
ly.) Return to tiiat pure love from 
which I alienated you. {He starts.) 
Yes; it was told me. ( With emotion.) 
Some time when you hold her in 
pure emorace — no no, do not think 
of me fheti! 

{A pause; he hangs his head; she 
moves away; he approaches; takes 
her hand, and, is about to raise it to 
his lips; she, ivithout withdrawing her 
hand, intercepts the act.) 

Luc. 'SV«r--?^TH*UL-^♦r^r-fcWTewwu4r--»pfHrt^ 

{Site withdraws her hand and moves 
toward the door, left; stops on reach- 
ing the door, and puts aside the 
drapery with her right hand. After 
a moment, Lytton takes a step for- 
ward, then falters. 

Curtain. 
As curtain lowers, Luciie glides se- 
renely through door, left.) 



ACT IV. 



4 



Scene; Interior of Conservatory. (See 
diagram, tig. 111.) Time; morning. 
Curtain discovers Lucile at l.si posi- 
tion [See diagram), attired in a 
white negligee, and occupying a 
targe reclining chair, »o stationedr 
that-a ^quavie*'~ pvofi i& o f h sr ^ v *) 'i i \ jn 

{Enter Salome, centre; attired in 
black, a chip hat hanging about her 
shoulders, and carrying cut flowers.) 

Sal. ( Coming up to Lucile, and kiss- 
ing her.) Precious, did you ever see 
such lovely roses at this season? 
Here is one I cut on purpose for youi' 
neck. Isn't it sweet! {Fastening it.) 
There! Wait, I'll ^et a jjIhss. {She 
holds a mirror befora LucHe.) 

Luc. How pale I am, Salome. 

t^AT.. {Taking doivn the glass ) Well, 
Precious, you have been very, very 
ill. Did you know that it was eight 
weeks to-day that you were thrown 
from the carriage? {Lucile nods as- 
sent.) You keep such strict account 
of time, don't you? I forget all about 
dates. — I only remember this because 
I wrote it down. Poor mamma was 
the same way. { Putting the remain- 



der of the flowers in a vase upon the 
table.) I wonder if the doctor will 
let you go for a drive soon? I mean 
to ask him when he comes this morn- 
ing. {Returning to Lucile ) And 
oh! what grand times we will have 
when you get strong I have found 
some of the cunningest nooks, where 
we can talk, and read, and all that. 
Precious, shall I read the paper? 
{Lucile nods assent. Salome goes 
over to the settee for it and returns.) 
Isn't there a little too much draft 
for you here? I'll have nurse move 
you. {Going to the door, left.) Ma- 
tilde! Oh! i came near forgetting. 
The little son of the lady you waited 
on down at the village came up this 
morning to ask how you were. Poor 
little fellow! The tears were stream- 
ing down his cheeks. He says his 
mother is very ill. 

{Enter Matilde, left.) 
Sal. {To Matilde.) I fear th«re is 
too much draft here, Matilde. {Ma- 
tilde moves Lucile to 2d position, 
turning chair so that a three-qnart&p- 
profile of her face can, be seen. In 
bringing the chair forward she should 
draw it, then turn it as on a pivot. 



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Mat. Can I do any thin ^^for Made- 
moiselle? 

i^Ai.. I think not. [Appealing to Lu- 
oi(e, who shakes her head negatively. ) 
No, Matilde, thanks. 

{Exit Matilde ) 
Are you comfortable, Sweet? [Salome 
teats herself, and taking up the pa- 
per.) A noted banker of Paris is 
dead— Milet. [Lucile raises her hand.) 
Did you know him? 

i-.UC. Yes. read it dear. 

i^A.u. (Heading.) "As we go to press 
the inielligence reaches us of the sud- 
den death of M. Francis Milet, the 
well-known banker of (insert street 
and No.) We are unable to furnish 
details, other than the deceased was 
about entering his carriage in com- 
pany with friends, after partaking of 
a late supper at the (insert a fashion- 
able and nuted restaurant,) when the 
fell stroke came. In M. Milet the 
community loses one of its most loved 
and estimable citizens. He was 
widely known and esteemed for bi©« 
piety, benevolence and strict integ- 
rity!" 

( Lucile raises her hand as if saying 
that is sufficient.) 

.Sal. Dear! he must have iteeji a good 
man. 

Luc. Yesn I believe he was. 

Sal. (Reading.) A member of the 
Assembly has resigned. 

Luc. Who? 

.S.\L. The name is somewhat blurred 
— Deleyre, I think it is. 

Luc. Bead that, dear. 

Sal. (Beading.) "The Assembly was 
thrown into something like conster- 
nation 3'esterday, at the unexpected 
resignation of M. Deleyre. No cause 
is assigned, other than that private 
enterprise renders it inconsistent for 
him to take active part in the ses- 
.sions."' 

[Enter Matilde.) 

Ma^'. (Coming up to Lucile.) Here 
is a letter for you, Mademoiselle, It 
was left this moment by a messen- 
ger. 

{Salome looking at newspaper ap- 
pears suddenly agitated, unnoticed 
by Lucile, who is contemplating the 
address.) 

-^AL. [Coming forward. Pressing her 
heart in an agitated aside.) Mon- 
.sieur Lytton in Pariel f Reads, 



I aside.) "Captain Eugene Lytton, 
I commanding her Majesty's ship 
I Crimea, arrived in Paris yesterday." 
j {Pressing her heart ) Oh! I must not 
I let Lucile see me. [Going over to 
I on diagram, and looking out.) 
I Luc. I do not recognize the handr 
i QpetT^-Mj<tttd«T--a«^i--tell'T»«-w^w»«» 
j St4*HTftBan ( Matilde opens the letter. ) 
I Mat. It is signed Eugene Lytton. 
i Mademoiselle. (Lucih starta and 
grasps the letter. Matilde attends 
! her anxiously. Lucile quickly re- 
' covers herself, and. pointing to Salo- 
I rae,who is oblivions of this action, by 
signs indicates that secrecy is to be 
observed.) 
: Sal. (Without turning.) Lncile dear, 
i I see a little girl at the gate — I'll go 
Swrr»-and see what she wants. [Lu- 
cHe indicates to Matilde that Salome 
is to go.) 
Mat. [To Salome.) Mademcisslif, 
yoursister says, very well. 
; Hal, (Still without turning.) I'll be 
back in a few moments. 

( Exit Salome, centre ) 
[ Luc. (Handing Matilde the note.) 
Read it— not aloud.— Tell me, is it 
irood lews or bad? 
Mat. The gentleman begs you to re- 
ceive him today at eleven. 
Luc. [Excitedly.) What o'clock i.< 

it? 
Mat. Ten, Mademoiselle. Rut Mad- 
emoiselle, I must l)eg that you uill 
be calm. You are doing yourself 
irreparable injury. Remember you 
have internal wounrls that may 
bleed, and that is very dangerous. 
Luc. Yes, yes. I will — I will. Oh 
what shall'l do? What shall I say? 

: Mat. There was no ariswer waited 
for Mademoiselle. 'lYuly, Madem- 
oiselle, you rnu.st let me decide for 
you. I judge from your agitation 
thai you should not see tl)e gentle- 
man. 

Luc. Oh I must— I must— 7 must. 

Mat. As j'ou love yourself, be eaini, 
Mademoiselle. 

Luc. I will— I will. Hut Matilde, I 
must see him. 

Mat. The gentleman. I am sure, will 
wait until you are safe for such an 
interview. I judge, Mademoiselle, 
he would wish it so, if he knew your 
condition. Please, Mademoiselle, let 
me decide for yon — 1 know what is 
best. 



Luc. {Calmly.) Now see, good 
nurse, bow very calm I am. You 
see it was only a momeut'h- agita- 
tion. T4+6*e w?k«,_Jjaii3r^-vuj4_.,..^«r»«»n 
w4*y-'f~&hauki— ItcT^'o ■■(*«! iv il luo . I can 
see him, good nurs«'? {Drawing Ma- 
filde down and caressing her.) 

Mat. Monsieur Doctor will be hei'e 
in half an hour, let him decide, 
Mademoiselle. 

Li.^C. No no no. Do not mention it 
to bira. He is so eross, and denies 
me everything. 

Mat. Mademoiselle, you must par- 
don me, if I say the responsibiiitv is 
too great for me to assume. You 
know I mean for your good. If I 
thought it would do you good to see 
Monsieur — 

Luc. {Interrupting.) Tt will, good 
nurse— it will 

Mat. I shall see then how calm you 
are while the Doctor is here. If he 
does not notice that you have been 
agitated, I think I may trust— 

IjUC. Yes, yes good nurse, you may 
trust me. Oh 1 feel stronger already, 
that I have hopes of seeinc him! 

Mat What shall I do with the let- 
ter. Mademoiselle? 

JiUC. Burn it — No no. Let me wear 
it next my heart. It will help me to 
tie s t ro n g— " i t U k - r o -... iia4 i y " ' " gK x H it* ^i u w i g-i 
t*-«CTW«» {She puts the letter in her 
botom.) 

{Salome, without, sings a fragment 
of a bar ) 

Luc. She must be sent away. 

Sal. I understand. Leave it all to 
me- 

{Enter Salome, centra.) 

Luc. {In an undertone.) I will send 
her to you in a few moments. 

{Exit Matilde.) 

SaIj {Coming forward.) Poor little 
thing! Her papa is out of work, and 
there is no bread in the house. 
{Sighs.) It must be awful to be so 
poor — It makes me quite blue to 
hear of so much poverty. Truly, 
Lucile, you must have been dis- 
heartened when you would go the 
rounds of the poor in the city. 
Wasn't it awful? — But I must not 
have you talk so much. I am .so for- 
getful- — 1 think, from seeing you up, 
that you must be well. 

Luc. I am much better, Salome. 



Bal. {Kneeling beside Lucile.) Oh I 
am so happy to hear you say so! 
You are always so downhearted — I 
believe if you were cheerful, you 
would get well in half the time. 
Won't you try, Precious, for my 
sake — you don't know how much I 
love you! 

Luc. {Smiling.) I will try. 

SaL I am so hapj^io hear you say 
that! I could not love you more! 

Luc. I have long since ceased to fear 
there might be a barrier to our love. 
But Salome dear— suppose you want 
to marry? 

Sal. Oh Precious! don't think of that. 
I will never marry — I would not be 
happy to leave you. 

Luc. But love is a strange thing, Sa- 
lome. Y'ou may, almost unawares, 
love some worthy gentleman, and — 

Sal, I would not marry anyone, 
who loved me less because you are 
my sister. 

Luc. No child, that is not the thing- 
He might love you rvith all his heart 
and soul — 

Sal. You would say, because you are 
my sister, he would not m<.rry me? 
{Lucile nods assent.) Then. Lucile, 
1 should spurn, his love, as unworthy 
of my trust. 

Luc. Are you sure? 

Sal. Sure as there is a God. 

Luc {After a pause.) Salome, did 
you ever love? 

Sal- {Somewhat embarassed.) No — 
not very much anyway. 

Luc. Then you have loved? 

Sal. Indeed Lucile— (ZMci/e's look 
checks her.) Really, I do not think 
it was love. 

Luc. Tell me about it, Salome. 

Sal. Oh Lucile, it is such a silly 
affair — You will laugh at me. 

Luc. No, I promise you. 

Sal. Now truly. Precious, you are 
leading me to think there was some- 
thing in the affair! It was just a 
little bit of silly flirtation. The 
gentleman never said he liked me. 

Luc. What did your heart tell you of 

yourself? How did he look at you? 
Sal. Well I don't think he looked at 

me, queer, at all.— Just like all men 

look at women. 
Luc How did you feel when he was 

about? 



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Sal. Just the same as ever. (Lucile 
holds up her finger.) Honest! Hon- 
est! Well maybe just a little difler- 
ent. 
Luc. And when he was not near you, 

what did your heart say? 
Sal.^ It went pit-a-pa^ip-^U^a-psU-, just 

as It always does. 
Luc. Always does? {Salome casts 
down her eyes.) Salome, you loved 
him dearly. {Salome bursts into 
tears and hides her face in Lucile' s 
lap.) Suppose you had been affi- 
anced; then learning all, he should 
refuse to marry you— what would 
your heart say then'? {Salome weeps 
loudly) You'see— I was right. {Af- 
ter a pause.) Salome, tell me all. 
Sal. I will, Lucile. {A pause.) 1 
met the gentleman at a parry — it 
wasn't much of an affair. He was 
perhaps a little partial to me, and 
then I met him twice again. 
Luc. Go on, dear. 
Sal. I don't know what else there is 

to tell. I was a little fond of him. 
Luc. Go on, dear. 

Sal. What else is there to tell, Lucile? 
Luc. He never said aught to you? 
Sal. Not a word, Lucile. 
Luc. Is he rich? 

Sal. I don't know. I don't think he 
is. Officers hardly ever are, are they? 
Luc. Is he an officer? 
Sal. Yes, a Captain in the English 

navy; and oh! so handsome. 
Luc. ( With great agony.) Oh! 
Sal. Lucile! Lueile! {Rising.) I must 

call nurse. 
Luc. No no. {Calming.) I am better. 
I had such a pain at my heart. What 
did you say was his name, Salome? 
Sal. Oh, you frightened me so, Lucile! 
His name?— why— Lytton. 
. {Lucile receives the information with- 
out emotion — rather as in confirma- 
tion of her conjecture.) 
Luc. {Aiter a pause.) I wish, dear, 
you would fix up a little. A gentle- 
man will call upon me presently— a 
friend, who has been very kind to 
me. and I may want you to meet 
him before he goes away. But re- 
main close in your room, dear, until 
Matilde calls you, for if I should 
not mention you, and he .should 
chance to meet you in the garden or 
el.sewhere, he would think it very 
strange,— and perhaps be very much 
offended. 



Sal. I understand, dear, but you are 
talking too much. 

(Salome kises her.) 
Luc. Send nurse to me, Salome. 
{Exit Salome.) 
{Lucile appears as in reverie.) 
{Enter Matilde.) 
Luc. {To Matilde.) She will remain 
in her room — I have arranged it so — 
and perhaps meet the genilemari be- 
fore he goes away. Should I put my 
hand here {af her throat) you will 
send Salome to me. Sit here, Ma- 
tilde; I wish to indite a letter. 

Mat. Mademoi.selle are you equal to 

all these tasks? {Seating herself at 

the table and getting writing material 

into shape.) The Doctor is late this 

I morning. 

j Luc. I hope he will not come at all. 
I {Matilde reproaches her with a look.) 
No. — He will oul3' irritate me, for I 
feel I do not want him. But write, 
IMatilde! It is to my faithful Anne. 
Say her letters please me very much; 
but she has offended me in one thing 
— naming her baby after me. Say 
that the doctor has promised me 
speedy recovery, and that I shall ex- 
pect a vi*it from her soon. 

( The door bell sounds. ) 

Mat. {Bising.) That is the doctor. 
Mademoiselle, or — 

Luc. It is Monsieur Lytton — my 
heart tells me so. {Oiving her hand 
to M'ltilde.) Am I not calm? You 
shall be by and see that I will not 
disappoint you. 

Mat. I pray not. Mademoiselle. 
{Exit, Matilde, right.) 
{Lucile remains motionless, with her 
eyes fixed upon the door, right. Ma- 
tilde ushers in Lytton, who stops a 
moment at the door, then comes for- 
ward.) 

Lyt. Lucile— let me call you so — 
welcome me. 

{She gives him her hand.) 

Luc l\am happy to see you, Monsieur 
Lytton, u\mn one condition— ih^X. you 
assure me you are, what you appear. 
{Matilde, who has been noting Lucile 
at a distance, noxv glides out of the 
room, door left.) 

Lyt. If I love you Lucile, it is with 
the warranty of Heaven — as the angel 
of my better peace. 

Luc.'^Then you may sit down. {He 
brings a chair near her.) Now tell 
me all about yourself. 



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IjYT. I "wrty arrived in Paris yester- 
day, after a long cruise, aud heard 
for tiie first time of your accident. 
How did it iiappen, Lucile? Ah, I 
Icnovv — I have heard — yon were upon 
a mission of mercy. But tell me, 
uliat says the doctor? I am deeply, 
deeply concerned in that? 

Luc. That I will recover; but oh! it 
will be Weeks ere I can go out into 
the air. 

Lyt. It will rot seem so long if I may 
come to you now and then? Trust 
oae, Lucile! If ever a man received 
an unwavering impulse to whole- 
some duty, that man was T; and you, 
Lucile, were the inspiration. 

Luc. I ara ir'deed iiappy to hear you 
say that. I have in my heart never 
doubted it. But bles'jiiigs were not 
given to you alone. I owe to you a 
new God, a new life. 

IjYT. [Kissing her hand.) Oh bless 
you for such words! 

Luc. Let us speak more ot yourself. 
Where have you been? 

Lyt. To the Indies. 

Luc. And tell me— I sliould like to 
know — we may talk of such things, 
for I shall prize your joy — tell me, 
are you fancy free? 

1..YT. Yes, I believe I am. 

Luc. Let me ask. Monsieur — there 
need be no restraint between u.s? 

Lyt. It is a voucher of our good 
faith, Lu>?ile. Ask me what you 
like, 

Luc. I agree with you, it i.s a voucher 
of our good faith. What I was about 
to ask— are you not then reconciled 
to the young girl yoU loved when we 
first met? 

Lyt. It was not so much of an affair 
as you imagined, Lucile. I met the 
young woman but two or three times. 
There was no troth Ijetween us— I 
never spoke to her of my love — I do 
not know, indeetJ, that she loved me. 

Luc. 1 will not prolong the matter if 
it is distasteful? I am interested. 
Tell me what was she like? 

Lyt. VVell, a rather demure little 
miss, with frank blue eyes and light 
brown hair — nothing particularly 
striking. I do not know why I should 
have achieved a fancy for her, except 
that she was one of those little souls 
that ne.stle themselves closely at a 
man's heait, and strive to make it 
what God meaut it should be— a pas- 
ture of earth's sweetest joys. 



Luc. Monsieur Lytton, / think you 

love her yet. 
Lyt. Oh, perhaps I do. Perhaps, if T 

should meet her again, and she were, 

f-s I, fancy free, I might speak of mj' 

love. 
Luc. Why do you not visit her? You 

see — I am bound to know everything. 

Lyt. I answer, Lucile, as freely as 
you ask. I will tell you why — I do 
not feel worthy of such a woman. 

Luc. If you say th;it, we will resume 
our old habit of quarreling. At least, 
I will quarrel with you. Where 
does she live? Is she rich? Oh, I 
know you attach no weight to such 
things. Is her father, too, in the 
service? 

Lyt. No; Salome is an orphan. The 
family consist only of mother and 
daughter. 

Luc. Salonie? That is & pretty name. 
Is the family old, and— that is, are 
there no taints? Huch a thing might 
be, you know, that an uncle, or a 
great, great grandfather, perhaps, 
had been led to the guillotine. 

Lyt. [Rising.) Do you think, Lucile, 
it would matter to me, if I loved a 
woman, and marriage was consist- 
ent between ourselves, what was her 
rank, what her family, or what igno- 
minies the past or present contained? 

Luc. To a certain extent, no. I be- 
lieve, though, from what you tell me 
to-day, that there might be one bar- 
rier. 

Lyt. Not one, Lucile. 

[Lucile puts her hand to her throat 
—the agreed signal.) But I am afraid 
this subject is painful — 

Luc. No Monsieur. Pleaven has 
thrown such a halo about my heart, 
that I do not shrink from contem- 
plating my past. I have learned that 
there are equivalents for all the mis- 
fortunes of life, if we but know where 
to look, and how to persevere. Heaven 
has been good to me. — Besides you; 
besides my good Anne; besides my 
own heart, it has reserved yet a bless- 
ing for me— that of a close kin— a 
sister. DldT ever mentwrr her? Nor^ 
She has done what few women can 
^o— forgive a woman herfo/Hes. There 
are no unhappy restraints between 
us, Monsieur — we can look into each 
others eyes. Here she comes— I'll 
present you. 

[Enter Salome.) 



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{Lytton raiseB his eyes as Salome's 
eyes meet his. Both start. Salome 
casts down her eyes and appears 
much embarrassed.) 
Lyt. ( To iMcVe, in xzn undertone^ 
Does she love lue,- Liucile? {I/udM 
nods assent.) {Laying his fiand upm^ 
hers.) Then I.tha/iik you with ath 
my hear^TFJ {Ooing over to Salome 
and taking her haffd. Salome, this 
meeting, J know, is a surprise to 
both. To me it is a happy one. Will 
you not say as much? 
^BaI:: {After crp&use^j"^^---^ 

{Lucile coughs violently. Both hurry 
to her) Lucile! Lucile, darling! 
( She hurries to door left. ) ( Calling. ) 
Matilde! Matilde! (She hurries back 
to Lucile' s side ) Oh Lucile! Darling! 

{Enter Matilde.) 
"■ {Liieil^Ji£come9'-qui 
airr)--^ 



{The bell sounds.) 

Mat. That is the doctor, make haste. 

V ( Salome Jtifffries off, right.) -«• 

Luc. [To Lytton.) When— will— you 

— be — married? 
Lyt. Soon, soon Lucile —Salome shall 

uame-the d?iy. [She takes his hand 

and smiles. ) 

{E'A(€r Menard.) 

{Coming up to the group, he looks at 

Lucile, then taking Lytton' s arm leads 

him a step away. Sal^»tfie falls upon 

her knees at Lucile' s side.) 

Sal. {Crying despairingly.) Lucile! 

Lucile! Lucile! ^*v- -^ 

Men. {To Lytton.) 8he bleeds in- 
ternally. Lucile is dying! 
Luc. Comme — il — faut. 

{Lucile expires. 
~ {Cu/r4fm%,) ^^ -^^ .^.^ 



SX^PI^LEMENT, 



Act. I. 

A. Insert "half" 

B. For "got" read "Bet" 

C. Virifit-uti or Twenty-one. See 
Ho.vle's (Tiames. 

D. For "nineteen" read "eighteen" 

ACT II. 

A. For "of course" read "so" 

B. In.sert "(Both laugh)" 

C. Innert "Come." 

D. For "the utmost" read "much" 

E. For "Oh! charming,^'' read "Oh 
indeedV^ 

F. Insert "(A pause)" 

G. Read "(Shyly) Can't you gues.'*, 
Mademoiselle?" 

H. For "careful" read "prudent" 

I. Add, "And I have abouta thousand 
francs of my own, Mademoiselle." 

J. Insert "Indeed!" 

K. Read "(Lueile looks at her with 
mingled awe and incredulity.)" 

L Insert, "(After a pause — ab- 
stractly.)" 

M. Insert "as" 

N. Insert "(Archly)" 

O. Insert "(Inlerrupting.)" 

P. In.sert "(Archly.)" 

Q. For "blood-thirsty" read "so 
savage" 

R. Insert "(Regretfully)" 

S. Insert "(A pause. He glares 
fieieeiyat her. 8he appears unmoved.) 
( Moving oft f^nd remorsefully.)" 

T. Read "(Lueile appears somewhat 
distracted; approaches the window, but 
turns as Dub. and others enter)" 

U Insert "(iSheri-ses and moves oft.)" 

Act III. 

A. For "with" read "at" 

B. For "in your condition of mind." 
read, "at this rate" 

C. Insert "(After a pause — musing)" 

D. Insert "(After a }.ause.)" 

E. Insert "(Reverently,)" 



F. Read "(Lueile shakes her head 
regretfully.)" 

G. Insert "quite" 

H. Read "But 'Gene— May I not 
call you 'Gene? (He smiles assent.)" 

I. Insert " We shall not ivant means; 
nor leisure for our love—" 

J. Read "(A pause.)" 

K. Insert "Into our quiet sphere 
none shall intrude; no, not even to 
mark the flow our pure love. " 

L. Insert "/iw'se la /?n." 

M. Read "We part, Monsieur, to /or- 
get.'' 

Act IV. 

A. and B. Note— The chair should 
be set at an angle of about 45°. At first 
position seen from rear; at second 
position seen ^rom front. 

C- Insert "more" 

D. For "happy'' read ''ihankfuV 

E. Read "(Laughing) It went thump, 
thump,^' 

F. Read "(Lytton takes Lucile's 
hands between his, presses them 
warmly and raises them to his lips.)" 

G. Read "(Exit Salome, right, hur- 
riedly.) 

Luc. (To Lytton, taking his hand,) 
When— will— you— be— married? 

Lyt. Soon, I hope, Lueile— Salome 
shall name the day. 

(She smiles.) 

Luc. "Comme — il—faut. 

(Enter? Menard, closely followed by 
Sal<-me. Coming up to the group he 
looks at Lueile, then taking Lytton's 
arm, leads his a step away.) 

S;)l. (Falling upon her knees at Lu- 
cile's side and crying despairingly.) 
Lueile! Lueile! 

Luc. (After a brief pause.) I am — 
better. 

Men. (To Lytton ) She bleeds in- 
ternally. LucVe 18 dying! 

Luc. (Faintly.) I am— better " -- 

* » S » i * 

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